Realm of Love [Short Love Stories]

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𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓕𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓕𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓣𝓸 𝓜𝓮

T H I R D - P E R S O N

A ray of rough and warm wind passed through Shahnawaz as he stared into the deep oceans of his regret. How his life could have turned beautifully only if he would have trusted Myza. Only if he wouldn't have gone blindly in the way his mother guided him. The only thing he doesn't regret is not marrying Isha.

Hope. It's a powerful word. He started to look up at hope. A ray of hope where it soothes him, where it consoles his regret, where it makes his guilt punish. The more he regrets the more it eats him alive. A soft sound of knocking made him look up at the actual scenario behind the window. He knew who it was, the maid Faheema.

The clock stroked 9 in the night when he called her in with a slow and hazy 'come-in.' The wheel of the food trolley scratched through the wooden floor. Shahnawaz sighed before speaking, "I am skipping tonight's meal. Do not bring my tablets either."

The screeching sound of the trolley continued even after he neglected to eat the meal. He spurred around towards the source of the words, which came out in a beautiful voice, "It won't do any better to your health."

"Sahar? Where are the workers? You don't have to do it, beta." His voice was rough and attained when he watched his daughter taking the tray out from the trolley, telling him, "I do not want my father to grow weak when I am with him."

A gentle smile craved out of his elegantly structured face. "You will not stop caring just like your mother, will you?"

She remained silent but glanced at him. He remembers so much about her. "Now eat your dinner, Mr. Siddiqui."

"Or else?" He chuckled making her heart smile with ease. "I will leave back to my home now," Sahar demanded. His face turned into an expression expressing shock and fear as he stated, "I will eat. Have you eaten?" Sahar nodded.

He was Shahnawaz Siddiqui, who never bend down in front of anyone's challenges. One of the ruthless and powerful kings of business. He never felt fear of losing in his entire as much as he felt now. He started eating fastly when Sahar stopped him in between by keeping her palm in his hand, "Slow down, Mr. Siddiqui. It will not do any good to your health."

He started eating slowly, munching down the morsel of roti dipped in the appetizing gravy. "How is my friend, Hashir?" He asked.

"He is well, Allhamdulillah!" She stated.

"I have missed Myza and him so much!"